Cuckold Double Date Night

It may not have been a "cuckold double date" in the traditional sense. Wouldn't that require two wives out with their cuckolder / side-dishes? This "double date" involved Mistress, her lover, and her cuckolded husband, all out on the town in River City's trendiest neighborhood.

Mistress made sure she was "dressed to kill", or at least taunt her husband, and turn the head of her lover, and a few other folks we saw out and about, both men and ladies. As we waited for Jay to show up, Mistress distracted her slave with the hot black tights and short dress she had selected. It made her slave want to propose "calling in sick" to Jay and taking her upstairs to enjoy all to myself.

But that would be wrong. And not at all what Mistress had in mind for her evening.

Our first stop was a trendy bar, already filling up with urbanistas on the prowl. What I liked about it: none of the droning and distracting TVs like too many bars and restaurants these days.  That left all of us to peruse the clientele (and the cute, tattooed bartendress) rather than just another NCAA basketball game.

We were able to grab three stools at the bar near the door, giving us a good view of all the men and ladies eyeing one another (and Mistress).  Mistress was wedged between her two "dates".

Suddenly there was a familiar face honing in on Mistress --- a very fetching curly haired blonde of the lesbian persuasion, who had been coupled for years with another of Mistress's friends. She rushed to Mistress, wrapping her in an affectionate hug. Then she introduced another equally fetching blonde, with straighter hair and flashing some considerable cleavage. Her date?  Curly blonde  and Mistress exchanged a few whispered words and then the two blondes headed to a table along the wall.

While Mistress and blondie were chatting, I discretely mouthed to Jay that the two blondes were on a date together. At least so it seemed.  When Mistress turned back to her male companions, I asked for an update.

"So has she switched back, Mistress? "

We had heard that curly blonde had broken up with Mistress's other lady friend in favor of some guy from NYC.  

"It seems that way, Slave.....she said they'd both like to come visit us in (our SW hideaway town).  So they seem to be a couple. But I can add this.... she whispered that I'm still the hottest woman she knows....."

Of course, the notion of my smoking  hot wife in the arms of this also very hot blonde has been a perverse fantasy on mine for what seems like ages. And I acknowledged it to Jay.

"Molly doing  with you is all well and good Jay, but that lady.....she's the holy grail."

Jay did a nice "spit take" with his Imperial Stour that that point.

We soon adjourned to a trendy Asian joint, where we gobbled down some bowls of "street food" and sake.  Then it was back to our house by around 10 pm.  We spent another 30 minutes or so in the living room, Jay and Molly huddled close on the couch as Slave took a side chair. I even sneaked a photo for our expansive international audience of voyeurs.

Mistress excused herself first.

"I'm going to go wash my face and get ready for bed....." she announced, giving her lover's thigh a little knowing squeeze as she rose from her chair. She sauntered over to me then leaning in for a kiss.

"Goodnight slave.... see you in the morning."

I couldn't resist running my hand up that firm, tights enswathed thigh, my finger grazing over her soon to be busy folds. Did I detect a little shiver of arousal before she pulled away, a wicked grin on her face."

"Don't be long, Jay...." she said to her lover as she headed up the stairs.

Jay and I chatted for a bit longer about the absurdists developments in Washington over the last week.  But he wasn't staying long.

"Guess I'd better follow your wife's advice, Mick....."

Soon he was upstairs, safely locked away with Mistress in her "Executive Suite".  I followed not long after, in to one of our daughter's rooms.

Now it's morning, and I just brewed Jay some coffee at Mistress's request. She wearing a very short nightie. No undies. She gave me a long lingering kiss before heading back upstairs, a cup of joe for Jay in hand.

"I think he needs a little caffeine before round two, slave....."

I'm looking forward to Mistress's after action report.

Ask Molly and mick

Mistress and slave have a busy evening of cuckolding planned…. Her lover Jay is joining us for a 3 way “dinner date”. And then….. well I have a feeling slave will be relegated to our daughter’s room for one more cuckold sleepover before we head back to our SW hideaway next week. Look here on Sunday or Monday for more details on how the evening goes.

But today’s edition will re-visit what we do here occasionally – provide some alternative advice to advice seeking readers of that “fake news” mainstream media we’ve heard to much about lately.  Here’s the Mainstream advice on a subject close to the heart of all of you with a cuckolding kink…..

Q: Flirting in a relationship

You mentioned in today's column that some couples are OK with outside flirting and some are not. My question is, how do you decide how far it's OK to go? Do you just ask your spouse, "How much flirting am I allowed to do?" Or do you feel it out with trial and error, which risks someone's feelings getting hurt? Or what?

A: Carolyn Hax

I think it's a bigger understanding on a bigger scale. It's not ... okay, i can flirt to here, but not past here. It's: What is your view of sexuality, or commitment, of intimacy, of the notion of having a private self independent of all others. Some people are so uncomfortable with the idea of their partners as sexual beings independent of their relationship with them that they can't even stomach the idea of past partners. Like, obsessing and being haunted by unwelcome mental images. Some are at the other end of the spectrum and want to share their partners with other people. In between are varying degrees of comfort with emotional, sexual and general autonomy of the individuals within a couple. It's one of those areas where it takes time to get to know yourself, much less another person. 

—  FEB 24, 2017 12:17 EST

Here’s how Molly and mick would respond to the same question.

Dear Flirt Wannabe:

So you want to know how to best establish any limits on your right as a spouse to flirt with a guy (or for that matter a babe) throwing off sparks of attraction?  You don’t want to risk a trial and error approach. What happens if your husband suddenly gets all hinky when he stumbles upon  those smoking hot texts or  emails to that guy at work   describing how  you woke up all sweaty and needy after dreaming  you were sucking his giant, throbbing cock.

It’s so much  safer to agree in advance on your rights as a spouse to seek and find some supplemental attention – whether it’s flirtatious chit chat over morning coffee, or a good hard fucking in your mini-van while the kids are at soccer practice.

We suggest putting it down in writing. Maybe a kink infused contract?  Here’s what our contract says on the subject:

Mistress has the right to engage in other relationships with men or women, of whatever nature, without obtaining additional consent from the Slave. Such relationships may include “vanilla” relationships, her taking or training of additional slaves, or her submission to other men or women.

Of course, not every husband may respond positively to a wife’s request for a contractual right to enjoy the occasional benefits of  a alpha side-dish. But if you put a comprehensive agreement in front of your spouse, and gently explain that he can’t fairly expect you to spend the rest of your life limited to his underwhelming sexual efforts and undersized “equipment”, you may be surprised by his response.

It might be relief. For some sexually voracious women, and you may be one of them, “it takes a village”. Some husbands feel they can’t do a very good job of replicating the efforts of an entire village!

Who knows? The thought of his wife out there on the prowl, always on the look out for a guy who might get her motor running, or do a better (or more interesting) job of filling her orifices, might actually be a huge turn on for him.

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You won’t know if you don’t give it a flirtatious whirl.

He Prefers Her Naked.....

Slave got a clean bill of health from my surgeon yesterday.  I had already been "performing" pretty much as normal -- walking about 6 miles with Mistress on Sunday; a bike ride on Monday; and of course regular sexual activity with Mistress.  But it was good to hear that his inspection of my repaired loins were ready for normal action. We were discussing his findings in bed last night,

"But I forgot to ask him about whether I can go back to wearing a cock cage, Mistress...."

She just laughed.

"With you at home all the time now, I don't think there's much need for the cock cage, is there, slave?"

Well I wouldn't be the one to suggest more cage time, but then maybe our readers may have other thoughts.

As I cuddled next to her, I felt the smooth texture of one of her black nighties, one I had picked up for her at some past V-Day or Christmas. My complement led her to say "I always like the lingerie you get me, slave...."

"I suppose it's selfish.... it's really a gift for my gratification as well as yours, Mistress....and I suppose its something your lovers like too".

But that got me thinking.

"Does Jay like your lingerie collection, Mistress?"

"Actually, he prefers me naked, slave...."

Hmmm.  And now my motor was starting to run as I contemplated that conversation between my wife and her lover.

"So how does he express that preference, Mistress...."

"Well, I am usually in something like this (referring to her current attire -- short black nightie, sans undies) and he tells me to take it off...."

" And do you comply with his directions, Mistress?"

"Of course, slave".

Now that really got slave's motor running.

I guess you either get the cuckold thing, or you don't.

Slave Serves Mistress After Her Date Night

It wasn't until Friday morning that slave had another chance to catch up with Mistress following her good night kiss before she walked upstairs to join her lover.

I had slept (alone) in the bedroom next door to the lovebirds, waiting a discrete 90 minutes before hitting there sack. By then whatever "action" had taken place was apparently concluded, tho I could here them murmuring quietly, imagining this a post-coital chit chat as the cuddled before nodding off.  I woke earlier than they did, heading back downstairs to beer coffee and catch up on the overnight news of the latest mayhem in DC.

It must have been at around 7 am that Mistress visited me, still a little groggy, in a revealing black nightie sans undies.

"Long night, slave", she said, coming in for a good morning kiss. No doubt I was not the first guy to taste those sumptuous lips that morning.  At her direction, I made Jay a latte.

"He'll be leaving in about 30 minutes, slave. Then you should come upstairs."

"Yes, Mistress......"

She resisted my inquiry about what had happened, other than to confirm that there had been two rounds of sexual frolic: one before they went to sleep, and again that morning. No wonder Mistress looked a little disheveled and sleepy.

True to her word, Jay did come down in about 30 minutes. We shared some small talk about the latest Trump news, and the late night take on his epic press conference, before he headed out into the early morning sunshine. Again, not a word about what some might see as the elephant in the room: his night in bed with my lovely wife.

As ordered, I immediately went upstairs, bearing the morning papers. Mistress was back in bed.

"So how was it Mistress?"

"Hot sex, slave..... my parts are very tender this morning....but I will let you gently worship...."

As you can imagine, I was happy to oblige. And as I applied my well trained tongue to those musky, well exercised folds, Mistress filled in some details about her night with her lover.

"It was the usual stuff slave.... some cock riding..... Jay standing and fucking me against the side of the bed....Jay on top....."

"Sounds like a lot of orgasms for you, Mistress?"

"Lots and lots, slave....."

I was able to coax one more from her, but her message was clear.... there would be no more fucking for her on Friday. Slave would have to patiently await the recovery of her tender lady bits.

And of course I did.

The good news was that by Saturday morning, Mistress was fully recovered. Her resilience allowed slave to fully exercise my conjugal "rights" (to the extent that a slave has such rights).  I guess compared to some of my fellow slaves / subs I am still pretty pampered. Aren't I Terri?

Mistress's Dinner Date With Her Lover

With Jay freed up from his child care duties this week, Mistress was able to schedule a real "date night" with him for Thursday night. I made some alternative plans -- taking pizza over to my daughter's house to chill with my cute grandkids.

Coordinating our schedules was necessary.

"So when are you leaving slave?"

"About 5:30 Mistress."

"OK. So I'll have Jay come over around 6:00."

She shared that they planned to go out to a local restaurant - on of their and our favorites - before returning here. It was clear I would be sleeping in air daughter's room, so I moved a few essentials there -- my kindle, the Times, etc.

Unlike a typical evening when Jay comes over and we "entertain" him, it was clear Mistress would be hosting her lover all by herself. As I left, she was still in her undies, primping for her date. I didn't get to see the outfit she had selected. But it was clear that she was planning to wear the black tights she had worn to a business meeting that afternoon .... they always attract my eye. I wondered if Jay had the same response.

I kissed Mistress goodbye around 5:30, my hand roaming over her tights clad bottom, creating a surge of smothered lust.  I was surrendering my hot wife to a night on the town with another guy. Crazy, huh?

Dinner with the grandkids was fun, ending with reading some books to my lovable 2 yr. old grand daughter, who finally has taken a shine to her old grandpa.  When I got home, at around 8 pm, I could see the signs that Mistress and Jay had spent some time in our living room. There was an empty  wine  glass (Mistress's) and an empty beer mug (Jay) resting near the edge of our couch. Was there a little make-out session there earlier? Or just some innocent chit chat before they left for dinner?  Or maybe they'd fully "indulged" to whet their appetites?  I knew they were not upstairs in bed, because Mistress's car was missing. Jay's was in our driveway.

I adjourned to my "man cave", off our kitchen, to waste some time on the computer. But soon enough, maybe at around 9 pm, Mistress was coming down the stairs.

"Jay's on a work call, slave, so I thought I'd come down and say good night."

At least that's what I think she said.  Quite frankly, I was a little too distracted my the outfit she had chosen.  It was a black and VERY short dress, hanging over those sexy, black tighter legs, that barely graced her thighs.

'Wow, Mistress..... Is that really what you wore?"

I actually thought she was wearing a tunic, and maybe had already taken off some jeans or pants.....

By now my hand was drawn magnetically to her thighs, rising what seemed like only an inch or two above her hemline to the apex of her fit and seductive thighs.

Yikes.

Mistress shrugged off my question.

"Why slave.... do you think it's too short.  I guess it might have shrunk in the wash", she giggled, seeming to be amused by my unexpected concern about her "modesty".

Slave is not typically jealous on these matters. I've grown accustomed to Mistress's occasional dalliances, confident that I will soon be back in her bed and that her tales of sex with other guys will fuel our own lust.

But I must confess that the thought of Mistress out in public flashing all that black sighted thigh while in the company of another man got me going. I would have readily traded places with Jay when it came time to take Mistress to bed and peel off that alluring costume. And I had no trouble imagining all the other heads Mistress had turned at that restaurant as she laughed and flirted with her lover over drinks and dinner.

We chatted a while, Mistress checking for emails, and slave ogling her long, shapely legs. Definitely distracting.... Then Jay was calling for Mistress. His call was done and he apparently was ready for "desert".

Mistress rose from her chair and gave me one final kiss.

"Sleep tight, slave....."

Then she was up the stairs, into the arms of her lover....

I'll fill you in tomorrow on Mistress's account of her night . . . and morning . . . with her lover.

Mistress Primped For Her Cuckold Date

Details Tomorrow.

Mentoring?

Here at the UCTMW World HQ we are getting used to a new rhythm in our life.  Slave is now officially retired, and working for some clients from home. But I’d be kidding you if I suggested this is a full time “gig”. At this point it’s just 2 or so hours a day of my professional work. A little community / political activity, and trying either to be of service to Mistress or stay out of her way. After all, she still has an (almost) full time gig, working for her clients out of the house too.  

Yesterday my “service” involved setting up a new computer for her in my role as the UCTMW IT Director. Monday it was a trip to the Apple Store to get her lap top battery replaced. And I even baby-sat for my cute grand kids yesterday. 

But an article I saw in the Washington Post last week brought up another potential activity for both of us… but more Mistress than me.  Mentoring!  Should we offer to mentor others in the “community”.  The article (linked here)was by a woman, inspired by the recent "Shades of Gray" movie,  who placed an add on Craigslist offering to be a sexual mentor for young men who want to learn how to please a woman.

Intrigued by the verboten topic of older women showing younger men new paths to pleasure and curious about the economic concept of sexual supply and demand — but not necessarily to acquire an enthusiastic new lover — I placed an ad on Craigslist in December:

Are you looking for a sexual mentor?

If you’re a younger male looking to connect and safely explore mutual sexual interests with an older, experienced woman, let’s chat. I’m smart, sensitive, open minded and thoroughly enjoy sex and its many permutations.  Instead of masturbating between the sheets at every opportunity, why not spend some time with a skilled lover who will teach you how to please a woman?

Me: 40-something, sex-positive woman with a high sex drive, practices safer sex, STD/STI-free.

You: 18+ with an insatiable sex drive, practices safer sex, STD/STI-free.

Just imagine the possibilities.

Within 10 minutes, my inbox was flooded with more than 120 replies. The ad was quickly flagged.

Of course, the Washington, DC market has a broader potential for finding suitable subjects for “mentoring” than our smaller River City market. But it’s something for Mistress to consider as an alternative to the relatively shallow pool of mostly married guys on AM. She certainly would have much to offer to a younger man, wouldn’t she.  In fact I think she’d probably share the sentiment of the WP writer:

For most women I know, exploring sexual pleasure was not something we were ever taught or encouraged to do. I’m a sex-positive woman who understands consent, practices safer sex and brings vast and varied experience to the bedroom. Sex should be fun and playful. Every interaction, sexual or otherwise, is an opportunity to learn — if you’re curious. I encourage exploration and advocate for pleasure.

Yet, the erotic frisson between an older woman and a younger man is alive and well, as Christian’s much-older mentor Elena demonstrates in the book “Fifty Shades Darker.” The concept of a woman striking out as a sexual pioneer is still very much taboo, but the sexual appetites of younger men and older women are closely matched in terms of stamina and spontaneity. Older women bring confidence and years of practice to the bedroom. A woman who knows what she wants and communicates that knowledge can be a huge turn-on. Combine that with a young man’s short refractory period, and you have the makings of mind-blowing sex.

In my experience, the big difference between an educational experience and robbing the cradle is the erotic know-how a skilled woman offers. Imagine sexual mentorship as a rite of passage, where partners discuss what turns them on and which boundaries they are willing to push. With time and practice, they develop greater cognizance and connection.

As for me, I doubt there is much of a market for a lowly aging slave to offer sexual mentoring services to would be Dommes in training. Now do I think Mistress would approve. But maybe I could mentor would be male slaves / subs looking to either find a Mistress to take them under their wings (or thighs); or trying to be of better service to their Dommes or Mistresses.

Do you think there would be a demand for that service?

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Mistress Over-Cummed.

As scheduled, Mistress's lover Jay joined her here at the UCTMW World HQ on Sunday night.  He arrived at around 6:30 pm as Mistress and slave were finishing the last episode of "Stranger Things", that odd, amusing Netflix horror series set in the 1980's. Jay indulged us as we finished the show, one he had seen already. When the show ended, with one of those hints at where the next season might go, Slave got Jay a beer and Mistress a glass of wine. Then slave got busy whipping up some dinner - roasted vegetables and grilled salmon, as Mistress and her lover got "reacquainted". Other than lunch the week before, it had been since Christmas that they had been able to get together.

We ate dinner in our living room, Mistress and Jay sitting side by side on the couch as slave sat in an adjoining chair. For desert, Mistress and Jay shared a rather elaborately decorated cup cake he had brought for her as a little V-Day treat.

There was a little more TV watching after dinner as we lolled about the living room. Mistress was dressed casually - jeans and a top. She took full advantage of her lover's proximity, her legs splayed across his lap, his hands roaming from foot to thigh as slave sat nearby.

Then it was time for bed.  I had already moved any "necessaries" to our daughter's room. The cats, who were lounging there, seemed a little confused and annoyed when I showed up to disturb their repose. After that.... well I could not hear much from the "mistress bedroom suite". The doors were closed, and all I heard was some murmuring from the two love birds.

As it turned out, the "action" must have occurred after I fell asleep, or in the morning when I had gone downstairs for coffee and my daily NPR fix.  Mistress came down to greet me with a good morning kiss in a revealing black nightie (a past Christmas gift from me) looking very well fucked.  About 30 minutes later, Jay came down dressed and ready to head to work. He passed on a cup of coffee.

"I'll pick one up on the ride home, Mick."

As I have mentioned here before, Jay remains a little sheepish about sharing my wife. There is no real acknowledgement from him to me about his rare privilege (Or the oddity of it);  Let alone the sort of "rubbing my nose in it" that some more traditional "Bulls" seem to relish. Instead, we treat this sort of encounter as a "tag team", as in ...... "I'm done with her; Your turn, dude."

Q. for those of you with some cuckolding experience: Is this typical or atypical?

In any event, once Jay had pulled down the driveway, I knew it would me Mistress's expectation that I rejoin her in my bed.  There she was, still in that sexy nightie, reviewing her emails on her I-phone.

"Come back to bed slave.....you can taste, but I'm pretty tender down there right now." (translation: "don't even think about fucking me this morning!")

As you might expect, I was eager to taste the spoils of that morning's activity, and used my well trained tongue and lips to coax her to one more cum. As for my own needs, well I expected and she confirmed that Monday would be an abstinence day for her slave. And even last night, Mistress turned down my attempt to get her off one more time.

"I think I've  had enough cums for today, slave....."

But another day has dawned, and I have every expectation that my 48 hour "draught" will end this morning.

Cuckold Sleepover Tonight!

With her Florence Nightingale duties accomplished, and slave back to his normal level of conjugal duty performance, Mistress was able to focus on . . . other things.

She had lunch on Thursday with her lover Jay.... it had been a while with anything more than text messages and phone calls. And with his son away for a week or two she invited him to join us here at the UCTMW World HQ for dinner and more tonight.

"Are we eating in, Mistress...."

"That's what I told him slave."

So I have some meal planning and grocery shopping to do today.  And I better make sure that our daughter's bed room is prepped for a guest.....me.

With her slave performing at less than optimal for the last 10 days, I think Mistress is overdue for some "special guest star" cock.  And I suspect that Jay will be more than happy to provide it.

Remembering a Friend....

Earlier this week we mentioned the All Mine blog, one of our  all time favorites, and it’s author Suzanne. We miss her. Our long time Western Correspondent adds these good words in Suzanne’s memory.

Well I thought I would write a few words about my late great friend Suzanne

Mick is right she was a pain in the ass New England fan

She had a crush on Brady

And Hoodie

She was a very successful business woman and college professor

Also very fucking KINKY!

Diane, she was much like you

Suzanne and I had regular e-mail conversations almost daily

She was very good friends with Mick

And Molly got a real kick out of her too  

She always had an opinion about everything

And

She managed her "boys" very well

Her husband Tim/Tammy was very devoted to her

And her lover Jay was too     (I know Molly don't end a sentence with a preposition!)

See Mick you thought I did't know any english!

Our good friend Donna was also very close to Tammy

We were all very sad when she passed on

Donna used to have an email link with Tammy and others

Donna I wish you the best although we haven't spoke in a while

Hope you have found your perfect Dom!

Suzanne helped to start the whole cuckolding blog scene

She wrote several articles to Mistress Millicent's blog

Very Kinky!

And also very kind

She was a good lady

RIP                 Mi Amiga....................

Miguel 

Back In the Saddle....

Slave has become a bit more useful a week out from my out patient surgery. While I have been fully ambulatory, and have whipped up some tasty dinners for Mistress during my pathetic convalescence, I have come up a little short when it comes to fulfilling my conjugal duties. Sure, my tongue and fingers have delivered a few cums over the last week. And I got an assist on Sunday from Mistress's favorite power tool.  But the work-a-day cock was out of action.

Not only that, but it was a sad source of amusement for Mistress. In particular, one post-op development was the discoloration of my "equipment".  I had a serious and unprecedented case of (black and) blue balls.

"Wow.... pretty scary slave....", she snickered as I displayed this gruesome development.  By Monday morning I was emailing my surgeon to verify whether this was normal under the circumstances. Fortunately, I was reassured that a gaudy scrotum was a passing and typical side effect of my procedure.

By yesterday morning, my equipment was fully, if hesitantly, deployed.  Mistress had already been provided with a "starter cum" before my clumsy and tentative reintroduction of my work-a-day cock. And despite a few twinges, things went well (at least on my end). Though I probably came up a little short when it came to pleasing Mistress in the traditional way.

"It was good for me Mistress..... and hopefully better for you tomorrow!"

Today's hoped for development: cock riding!

Kinky Super Bowl Ads

Mistress and slave hunkered down last night to our obligatory watching of the Super Bowl. Slave outdid himself in the culinary area, by whipping up some beet risotto that had a reddish tinge that aligned with the team colors of the Falcons, the team I was pulling for if only because the Patriots' QB was a pal of our new POTUS. The risotto was definitely the highlight of our night.

The lowlight was that Tom Brady was not facing punishment from Gisele, his super model wife when the game finally ended in overtime. Those of us who were hoping for an upset were sorely disappointed, though at least there was some drama on the field.

So those of us hoping for some kink, were stuck with the endless commercial breaks. And not disappointed.

T-Mobile had two S&M themed commercials, based on the premise that cell phone rates by their competitors amount to "punishment". The actress in those ads definitely likes to be punished.

Check out the video here: T-mobile Super Bowl Ad.

Another ad featuring the same actress, has her engaging in what appears to me phone sex, going orgasmic when a customer service rep explains that she will be "penalized" for exceeding her allotted quantity of video downloads and text messages.

Maybe next year, the ads will even go kinkier, and feature Giselle cuckolding Tom Brady with some (hopefully) new Super Bowl hero. After all, isn't it time for Tom to retire?

Stupor Bowl Sunday Edition

It's another Super Sunday. And while slave's work-a-day cock is still on involuntary lock down, I will make sure Mistress enjoys a few cums before the culturally mandatory game watching begins this afternoon.

The Patriots are once again in the SB..... Big surprise.  Their return necessarily brings to mind our late, very great fellow sex blogger Suzanne at "All Mine", who, along with her cuckolding lover Jay, was a big Patriots fan. In fact, Suzanne was an insufferable Patriots fan, always ready to remind us how great Tom Brady was / is.

There is no denying the accomplishments of Brady and  his  head coach Bill Belichik, aka, "Hoody". But the bromance both have with a certain bloviating orange hued POTUS gone rogue has given the SB an unusually political tinge.  The fact that both Brady and our new President have foreign born super model trophy wives is another odd, if off putting coincidence.











The fact that the Patriots have been known to toy with the rules in their obsessive quest for victory at any cost, adds to the comparison betwixt their dominance of the NFL over the last decade and Trump's rise to power. But all of that has made the Patriots the team that a good chunk of America loves to hate.

You have to wonder if the Russkies have hacked into the Falcons's secret game plan to give Trump's favorite team a leg up.

I suppose it's a shame that even the Super Bowl has become politicized in an era of hyper-partisan divisions.

Maybe the best approach is to tune out, go to bed, and lavish your respective Mistress with the attention she deserves.

Hospital Sex?

Slave is on the mend from some same-day surgery yesterday.

I have always avoided social media posts about one's health or maladies.  There are a few of my Facebook pals who routinely update us on their sniffles and more serious health matters . And while I try not  to be judgmental about those out there who need to "share" all that personal information, I prefer light and fluffy, or at least snarky and pithy postings on my accounts.  So no one on Facebook or Twitter knows I was "under the knife" yesterday, with a couple of incisions a little too close for comfort to Mistress's work-a-day cock.

But here on our "sex blog",  I am always looking for a snicker, and willing to share TMI in that quest.

I was supposed to be at the hospital by 8:30 am yesterday. Which meant that I was directed to wake Mistress a little earlier than otherwise to accommodate one last round of "wake up" sex before I was put out of commission. Rest assured I fulfilled my marital duties, with the nagging fear that it might be a week or so before I am cleared for further action.

As I suspected, once we arrived at the appointed hour, there was a lot of hurry up and waiting involved. As Mistress waited with me in the pre-op cubicle, I was directed by the cute little nurse (she seemed like a teenager!) to "take everything off and put on this robe..... it ties in the back."

As a well trained slave, I obediently stripped, and Mistress was kind enough to do the back tying honors.

Then it was..... wait..... and wait .... and wait.

Fortunately, I brought my NY Times. and Mistress had her kindle. But as an hour of waiting turned to two, I was getting bored.

"Do you think we can slip in one more before they knock me out, Mistress?"

"What, here?"

I was lying on one of those skinny little gurneys, ready to be hooked up and hauled away.  But without and undies on, all Mistress had to do was slide off her jeans and hop on board.  True, there was no "door", just a curtain that the nurse had slid shut. We could hear the MD's and nurses buzzing about beyond the curtain.   But as long as no one peaked inside, would we be discovered "in flagrente"?



Sadly, Mistress did not succumb to  my unsavory solicitation.

Fortunately, all went well, and I was home by 5 pm, a little tender and groggy but (apparently) repaired and ready to get back into action.

And while Mistress may be denied access to her work-a-day cock for a few more days, at least the anesthetist left my tongue intact.